Dirty dishes and the distance from tomorrow, empty cupboards and the peacefully mundane. Drapes heavy with shame but still open just enough for a line like “everything I’m waiting for, is coming just around the bend”, to come beaming through:
There’s always some catharsis in what The Wandering Lake does. His latest release seems even more comfortable in this space than the last, again tugging that Young Prayer-esq string, while adding a colder piano to the climate. It’s another beautiful and isolated listen, available at bandcamp.